The Brazilian Beauty Beguiles - Sex Stories

The Brazilian Beauty Beguiles

... do a very good job I promise.” The stepfather smiled an indulgent parental smile. “I know you will my pet. Do not cause trouble for Mr. Langham. He will be relying on you.” The young teen and the handsome older man looked at each other. John suspected her grin hid something—but what he wondered? John hoped his rather strained smile camouflaged his own secret desires. “Okay John now we are off. Football.” John looked around confused. What? He was so relaxed. Both women laughed at his obvious confusion. John flushed pink. Camila explained. “This is my husband’s passion: the Flamengo football team and their rivalry with Botafogo. We have a limousine to transport us to the Maracana Stadium.” Cami smiled. “It will be fun John. Relax. In Rio we enjoy life.” John chuckled and was swept up in the enthusiasm of this Brazilian family. Mari slid over near John. When her parents were not watching she rested her hand on John’s arm and rose onto her tippy toes. The pretty teen whispered in his ear. “I know we will have a wonderful time on our trip.” Mari’s face looked flushed as she lowered her self back down. There was electricity between them that neither was quite ready to acknowledge. John’s face also became flushed and his heart was racing. Before the mother could notice the exchange between them the entire group was swept up in the activity of leaving to watch the football match. The football game was exciting for John, but not for the reasons Marcos probably found exciting. Goals, ...

... tackles, that sort of thing interested Marco. He would jump and scream at every strike. For John it was completely different. Every time young Mariana would jump up to cheer and yell for her team John would catch glances of her sexy bum. His eyes would stay glued to her ass while young Mari jumped up and down. Somehow this young teen with her nubile body had truly taken hold of his mind. How would he control him self in São Paulo ? The executive was in turmoil. _________________________________ After what seemed like eternity the day had finally ended. John found himself back in his hotel suite exhausted. The heat of the day, the seventy-eight thousand screaming, chanting fans in the crowd at the stadium: it had all worn him out. The long day meant John badly needed a hot shower. The muscular Canadian stripped off his polo shirt and slacks. His muscular naked body felt sticky and grimy. John eased into the large marble shower stall. He turned on the rain shower. A torrent of warm water descended like a tropical rainstorm flooding down in heavy sheets. The tired executive soaped his body with luxurious scented body wash. He scrubbed his head twice with the organic lavender scented shampoo. As the hot water steamed up the shower stall his body relaxed. John’s mind drifted to pretty young Mariana. He pictured her tight pale green shorts and curved bum. He thought of her small breasts. He tried to picture them naked. Mariana’s lips were so soft and plump: John was lost in a dream ...